Paw-paws ripening on tree |
by Ramona K. Cecil
Though I was raised in
rural Indiana ,
I remember hunting for paw-paws only once in my life. I was very young and my
sketchy memory of the event consists of hunting in the woods in early autumn
with my mother and siblings for something that looked like small, rotten
bananas.
What are paw-paws, you might ask? The Asimina triloba aka paw-paw, Indiana
banana, custard apple, or poor man’s banana is a fruit that grows wild on trees
which are found mainly along wooded streams in the Appalachian region. Since the
paw-paw is indigenous to 26 states from the Gulf
Coast up to the Great Lakes, I’m not
quite sure why it is most often associated with Indiana ,
though I did find one “Kentucky banana”
reference and one “West Virginia
banana” reference. Maybe folks in the other 25 states have better sense than to
tromp around in the woods in September looking for something that resembles rotten
bananas. Or, more likely, an early Hoosier was the first to attach a state
moniker to the paw-paw and it stuck.
Purple area indicates where paw-paws grow naturally Green area indicates where paw-paws can be grown |
Those musings aside,
paw-paws are said to be quite tasty as well as
rich in nutritional value; packed with tons of protein, antioxidants,
vitamins A and C, as well as several minerals.
Inside flesh of the paw-paw |
Paw-paw flower |
Zebra swallowtail butterfly on a paw-paw leaf |
Another black mark on the paw-paw tree is an incident that happened during the infamous feud between the Hatfield and McCoy families of Kentucky and West Virginia. Three of the McCoy boys got into an argument with Ellison Hatfield and killed him. In retaliation, the Hatfield clan tied the three McCoy boys to a paw-paw tree and shot them.
Its negatives not withstanding, the humble
“Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Where, oh where is pretty little Susie?
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Come on, boys, let’s go find her,
Come on, boys, let’s go find her,
Come on, boys, let’s go find her,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Come on, boys, let’s go find her,
Come on, boys, let’s go find her,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ‘em in
her pockets,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ‘em in her pockets,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ‘em in her pockets,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ‘em in her pockets,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, puttin’ ‘em in her pockets,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
—The Paw Paw Patch.”
I found several recipes
that feature paw-paws including recipes for pies, custards, cookies, cakes and
quick breads.
Paw-paw bread |
Paw-paw sorbet |
Do I plan to traipse around in the woods this September and hunt for paw-paws? I doubt it. However, if I happen on some at a farmer’s market, I just might be tempted to give them a try.
Do you have a memory or
family story about paw-paws? I’d love to hear it!
Check out her website at www.ramonakcecil.com
Ramona K.
Cecil is a poet and award-winning author of historical fiction for the
Christian market. A proud Hoosier, she often sets her stories in
her home state of Indiana .
Check out her website at www.ramonakcecil.com
Thank you, Ramona, for your interesting post about paw paw's. I didn't know a thing about them but had heard that song from way back and did't know what a paw paw was. Now I do, thanks to you!
ReplyDeleteHi, Melanie! Glad you enjoyed the post. I learned several things myself while researching this topic.
DeleteI'd never heard of them before, but the outside reminds me a little of milkweed, which I loved finding near a canal as a child.
ReplyDeleteHi, Rebecca! I remember playing with milkweed pods as a child in rural Indiana, and they do resemble paw-paws. As kids, we found all kinds of uses for the cotton-like fibers inside the pods. Never ate any, though. :)
DeleteOh my, I remember singing that song in elementary school. We even did a little dance with it for a school program one time. It was one of our fun play-ground songs. I had no idea what a paw paw was, but I liked singing the song. This is the first time I've ever read about they are and how they are used. Wish I had known back then...70 years ago.
ReplyDeleteHi, Martha! I remember singing that song, too. Glad I was able to shed some light on your long-standing paw-paw question. :-)
DeleteI'm thinking I'm a disgrace to my grandpa who loved to identify trees because we might have pawpaws growing at our old house, and I didn't even realize it! I'll be checking. And I think I remember that song and another one about paw-paws.
ReplyDeleteHi Danielle! Paw-paws seem to grow near streams or in swampy areas, many of which, we have in Indiana. Hope you find a paw-paw tree on your family's property! Wouldn't that be fun? :-)
DeleteI want to correct a mistake about Thomas Jefferson's home; should be Monticello, not Mount Vernon, which is, of course, George Washington's historic home. Just to set the record straight. :-)
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Nigeria as an MK and we ate pawpaw but it was a large fruit with same colors you show and same seeds but the real name is papaya. Interesting. sm wileygreen1(at)yahoo(dot)com
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